Child Abuse Story From Jessica5 Part 3

by Jessica
(Pennsylvania, USA)

See Part 1 and Part 2 of Jessica's story on this site.

My parents made up that same day. He moved back in with us, and sold his house. We continued to live there till the end of summer. During that time, my dad decided that we could make a lot of money if he started breeding pit bulls. He bought a new pit bull and built them a small pen of their own in the back yard so they were separate from the other dogs. This caused a lot of fights. One of the pit bulls attacked the other and killed it. My dad tried to get the dog's body, and put it in a garbage bag, but the other pit bull tried to attack my dad. Me and my brothers were watching out the window. The pit bull that was still alive ripped a big chunk out of the dead dog's neck and ate it. For some reason, we weren't even fazed by this. The dead dog lay out there for a few weeks, while my dad was starving the other dog so that he could then distract him with some meat to dispose of the other dog. My parents then decided this dog was crazy, and instead of getting rid of him, they kept the dog in the pen in the back yard. Ironically, the dogs name was Buddy.

Another time, while my dad was there, and probably less than two weeks after the pit bull incident, my dad bought another dog. These ones got along a lot better, but it made Buddy extremely mad. He growled all day and attempted to attack the dog through his pen.

One day when I came home from school, I let the dogs that were kept in the house outside to go to the bathroom. The reason why some were left outside and some were left inside was because some of them didn't get along with each other. I shut the door, and I heard a dog fight breaking out. I looked out and I saw Buddy was loose and attacking one of the dogs from the house. I decided I don't care, I wasn't going out there. But my brother was upset because Buddy was attacking a dog that he was really attached to. He went outside and tried to pry Buddy's jaws open. My brother was about 9 or 10. Buddy wasn't letting go, so neither did my brother. I called for help, and my other brother came down. He was eating a bag of chips. He was about 7. He calmly went outside and dumped the bag of chips on the ground. The dogs stop fighting to eat the chips. The dog that was getting attacked ran into the house and pooped right on the floor about 3 times in a row. My brother that was trying to break up the fight was holding his hand. He'd lost the tip of his pinkie finger, about half an inch of it, but not the whole fingernail length. I was freaking out. I didn't know what to do. I called my dad's cell phone. He came home in about 20 minutes. They never took my brother to the hospital. His finger is still weird to this day.

As it turns out, not only did one dog get pregnant, but 3 of them did. They all had puppies around the same time. There were 44 puppies all together. The unbelievable part of the story is that my dad's get-rich-quick scheme failed, because one of the mutts got the pit bulls pregnant. My parents decided to put up a little cage in the kitchen, which was right next to the living room, to keep all these puppies in. My house smelled like a zoo, and the puppies kept dying. Eventually, there were less than 20 alive, They had to give them away for free, after feeding them for weeks.

One last thing that I remember happening is that a rat bit my brother's toe while he was sleeping. There was a lot of blood, and no one could take him to the hospital until my mom and dad both came home at around two. I didn't go, but he told me they gave him all kinds of shots and bandaged his toe.

That's when my parents thought it would be a good idea to move. I was in my senior year in high school. They decided that it was a good idea to move my whole family 80 miles away from where I grew up, into the country. I told them I didn't want to go, and that I wanted to spend the rest of my summer where I was. My brothers and I had no idea they were planning this. My parents had been looking at houses for months, and I had no idea. I was devastated. My parents were so excited that they didn't care. They let me stay in the old house for two weeks while they stayed at the new house. They came to get me and I was mad. I was 16 and a senior in high school. At that age, they ruined my entire world.

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